Episode 952
Phew.
Raon lowered his hand holding the Heavenly Sword, looking at the black fog spreading around him.
‘I don’t feel any bad vibes.’
Although the pitch-black fog obscured my vision, I felt no ill will. This also seemed to be the arrangement of the first lord.
‘Then that means I passed the first test.’
The first master simply repeated the swordsmanship of the cartoonist with a blank expression while sparring.
The man who had been moving like a machine nodded and smiled as if he had done well, so it seemed certain that he had passed his first test.
‘Yeah. I think I’ve been too focused on Mangeom all this time.’
Mangeom is clearly the highest level of training method that can put all the swordsmen in the world under your feet. However, unleashing Mangeom does not make you invincible.
‘I should have thought of Man-geom as just one of the ingredients for the dish called Swordsmanship, but I made the dish itself with Man-geom.’
Each swordsmanship has its own recipe set by its founder. If you add just a little bit of a new ingredient, you can create a special taste, but if you add a large amount of a different ingredient, the dish itself will change.
‘If it were my grandfather, I wouldn’t know. It’s still too much for me.’
He was so proud that he had trained in the true Mangeom that he added a lot of tricks to his already perfected swordsmanship, thereby tarnishing the original color of the swordsmanship. It was a foolish act that erased both the power and flow of the martial arts.
It seemed that the first test was prepared by the first lord to awaken his own dull thoughts.
‘I wouldn’t have been able to learn this quickly if it weren’t for the first master.’
He is the only person in the world who has learned the swordsmanship of the Manhwagong. The first head of the family did something that even Glenn could not do, as expected of a warrior who had learned the same swordsmanship. If it weren’t for him, it would have taken at least several months to break this habit.
‘But….’
Raon narrowed his eyes like thread as he watched the black fog slowly settling down.
‘What’s the next test?’
It seemed to him that the test of the invited master would not end with just one attempt. There must surely be something else waiting for him.
‘I hope it’s an intuitive test this time.’
As I looked up, wondering what the next test would be, the tip of my nose was filled with the smell of black smoke and damp blood.
Phew!
As soon as Raon squinted his eyes at the thick smell of blood, the black fog cleared as if the curtain on the stage was being lifted.
‘What is this… .’
The entire huge city, which seemed to be a kingdom, was engulfed in a red flame. Many people were devoured by the flames, lifeless, and the blood that flowed from their corpses formed rivers and soaked the streets.
‘A battlefield? No. This situation is… .’
It’s a massacre.
The people of the kingdom were dead, as if they had not even been able to put up a proper rebellion, and their eyes were filled with dark fear. It was certain that they had been unilaterally killed without even being able to escape.
‘Is it possible to unilaterally destroy such a huge kingdom?’
Among the dead, there were Grand Master-level warriors and magicians, and the overwhelming difference was so disconcerting that it sent shivers down my spine.
‘A time a thousand years ago… .’
As far as he knew, there was no kingdom like this, and he knew no war like this. It seemed like a war from a thousand years ago that was still remembered by the first lord.
‘Are they the ones who attacked?’
I see monsters destroying buildings in the capital and tearing people apart. I see things I often see like orcs, trolls, and ogres, but they are different from the ones I know.
‘Speculation? You’re using speculation?’
Speculation is an aura used by monsters.
The special power that only monsters who were born as kings, or born with special talents, or who lived a long time can possess is the power of speculation, and right now, all the monsters in front of him were using speculation to slaughter people.
‘Does this make sense?’
Since history from a thousand years ago was not recorded, historians have put forward the hypothesis that humans at that time were weak and had no choice but to be pushed back by monsters and dragons.
But when you look at the actual situation, it’s not that humans are weak, it’s that monsters are strong.
Even skilled soldiers had a hard time dealing with the lowest level monsters like goblins and kobolds, and knights using aurors were pushed back by the orcs’ fighting spirit and had their torsos cut off along with their armor.
‘Is this the era of the Demon Dragon…?’
It was such a long time ago, and there were few records left, so there are quite a few people in this world who ignore the dragon, and I wanted to show them this sight.
‘I think I know why Eden wants to return to this era.’
Eden itself was stronger than anyone else, so I wondered why I missed those days, but now that I look back, there was a reason. The level of the monsters themselves was on a whole different level.
‘for a moment….’
It’s not just monsters.
Upon closer inspection, I saw that there were people in black uniforms among the monsters covered in blood. It seemed that they were controlling the monsters and strategically destroying the kingdom’s defense line.
‘It’s dizzy.’
I suddenly found myself on a battlefield a thousand years ago and I don’t know what to do.
‘There’s nothing I can do… .’
Right now, he is in no position to interfere with this world like Las in his spirit state. Especially since it was already past, he could not stop this war even if he had a physical body. He does not know why the first patriarch sent him to this battlefield.
‘Are you telling me to watch the fight?’
As Raon was walking inside the kingdom, licking his lips, a man with burns on the right side of his body came running. His hands and palms were covered in blisters, as if he had been constantly touching something hot.
“Hey, inspector! Please save me!”
He ran towards them and shouted for them to save him.
‘Who are you talking to? Huh? Can you see me?’
I looked back just in case, but there was no one. The burned man seemed to be able to see himself.
“please!”
The moment the burned man knelt down, his spirit body became flesh and appeared in this hellish battlefield. The feeling of floating in the air disappeared, and he felt the heaviness of his feet on the ground.
“My wife and children are in there! Please save them!”
The burned man pointed to a small house that was burning. The windows and doors had all been blocked by the collapse of the buildings next door, so it seemed that the people inside were unable to escape.
‘Is that why you got burned?’
The man raised his blistered hands and wept. It was obvious that he had gotten those burns because he had jumped into the fire to save his wife and children.
“…Wait.”
Raon nodded and ran to the collapsing building. He tore off the burning wall and looked inside, where he saw two children and a middle-aged woman who seemed to be suffocating from the heat and smoke.
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‘It’s not too late.’
Fortunately, the three people still had their breath. After removing the poison inside them with Aura, they were taken to the burned man.
“Thank you! I really appreciate it….”
The burned man cried out in gratitude and banged his head on the ground. Then, as if his strength had been exhausted, he fell to the side.
“Run far away.”
Raon gestured with a subdued voice for them to run away.
‘It’s probably useless, but….’
This world is already a past world. Here, he saved them, but in real time, the building probably collapsed and they all died.
‘I feel dirty.’
As Raon was chewing his tongue in bitterness, a woman in purple robes descended from the air.
“You’ve been here? It’s always the same.”
The woman smiled as she looked at the people she had saved. It was a look in her eyes that seemed to know her well.
‘this person is….’
This wasn’t the first time I saw her. She was clearly the fellow wizard of the first patriarch I had seen in the underwater cave and the Holy Sword Training. As expected, this memory belonged to the first patriarch.
“I found him. Let’s go.”
The woman in the purple robe told them to follow her and flew towards the ruined palace.
‘hmm….’
Raon lowered his eyebrows slightly as he chased after the woman in purple robes.
‘Do you know me as the guest of honor?’
Judging by the reaction of the woman in purple robes, it seemed as if she had manifested into this world through the body of the first lord.
‘then….’
I looked back. I saw a man running away, waking up his unconscious wife and children. I drew a smile on my face.
‘I guess that means the first lord saved those people.’
It seems that the person who invited me had quite a few similarities with me.
Bullfighting.
Raon felt a small sense of relief as he entered the palace, which was shaking as if it was about to collapse.
Gooooooo!
The inside of the castle was also engulfed in flames, and knights and soldiers were fighting the monsters that had invaded inside. The knights in the castle were skilled, but they were pushed back because there were too many monsters using fighting spirits.
“No. Now is not the time to deal with small talk.”
The woman in the purple robe waved for them to hurry, shouting that she had no time to help others.
‘It seems like there is someone I have to fight in that audience room.’
Raon nodded calmly and followed the wizard into the royal palace.
Kugugugugugu!
The ceiling of the audience hall, built high to praise the king, was shattered as if a meteor had hit, and the golden pillars symbolizing the knights’ loyalty were crumbled and collapsed like dry leaves.
Gooooooo!
A transcendent being who appeared to be the captain of the royal guards was lying dead in blood thicker than the red carpet, and a middle-aged man who appeared to be the king of this country was crawling on the floor, stabbed by a serrated sword.
“Why did you come so quickly…?”
The king looked at himself and smiled faintly.
“I’m fine, go save the others… .”
He waved his bloody hand, telling people not to worry about him and to save others.
‘That guy… .’
It’s not unmanned.
The middle-aged man who looked like a king didn’t have even a single drop of aura. It was surprising that someone with no tolerance for pain could smile despite being wounded like that.
I don’t know what kind of person that king is, and I have no feelings for this kingdom, but I feel disgusted at those who created this hell.
“Is it your doing?”
Raon turned his gaze to the right and looked at the blood-soaked throne. The man sitting haughtily on the severed throne slowly raised his head.
‘Snow….’
His right eye was a normal black eye, but his left eye had its pupil black and white reversed.
‘No… .’
The Sword Master said to be careful, and it was the monster Anima with black and white eyes that appeared in the memories of the first lord. There was a very dangerous smell coming from him.
“That bastard’s subordinate, Parel. We must kill him here before he gets any more tainted.”
The woman in the purple robe bit her lip, saying that she had to kill that anima now.
“Who is that guy… Huh?”
When Raon tried to ask the purple-robed wizard a question, she remained motionless, as if she had turned into a statue.
No, it wasn’t just this woman. The blood flowing from the King’s wounds had stopped, and the screams and cracking noises from outside had subsided. It was as if time had stopped.
Damn it.
However, the one-eyed anima called Farrell walked down the platform naturally, as if not constrained by time.
‘I get it now.’
Raon looked at Pharrell and licked his lips briefly.
‘Beat that guy is the second test.’
Seeing that time had stopped, it seemed like it had only shown the past so far, and that defeating that guy named Farrell was the second test.
“It’s you guys.”
Farrell drew out the saw blade embedded in the king’s body, drawing a faint smile.
“I will kill you for sure so you don’t get in our way anymore.”
He kicked the ground with a faint smile.
Hooooooooooo!
Before he could even feel the fierce wind, Farrell’s sawed-off sword came crashing down towards his neck.
‘Hurry up.’
The attack came in a split second. It seemed faster than Taehwabo’s top speed.
Oh my god!
Raon drew a line and struck back at Anima’s sword.
‘You’re being pushed?’
Even though his physical abilities had returned, he was still weaker than me. That guy named Farrell didn’t seem human.
‘No, aren’t those Anima people not human?’
Just looking at those creepy eyes, I could tell that Anima were beings different from humans.
“That sword is so light.”
Anima smirked at the dead captain of the guards and brought down her sawed-off sword. His sword snapped with a sharp turn, slicing through her shoulder.
‘Red island?’
You used the enemy island?
You didn’t see it wrong. Just a moment ago, Farrell had copied his enemy’s attack. No, not exactly, but he had stretched it out even more strongly.
“Still, your sword is a bit sharp. It’s refreshing in its own way.”
“shut up.”
Raon drew a familiar sword and aimed for Farrell’s neck.
Wooooow!
Farrell rolled his lips and drew out the circle he had unfolded, stronger and faster.
Oh my god!
Red sparks flew across the ceiling of the audience room, which had collapsed as the two chambers collided.
‘hmm….’
Raon frowned as he watched Parel’s backlash as he pushed in harder.
‘Is it possible to follow my ignorance more strongly?’
Just in case, instead of the basics, I showed off my cartoonist’s special skill, Yeomhaemugyeol.
Hwaaaaaaaah!
A wave of bright red flames rose up and enveloped Farrell’s entire body.
“This is pretty good, right?”
Farrell smiled as if he liked it and pointed to the ground with the blade of his sawtooth sword. Flames continued to flow from the bastard’s sword, and a flame bigger than himself rose up.
Kugugugugugugugu!
A huge explosion occurred as flames competed against flames, shattering the walls of the audience room.
‘You’re saying you’re going to follow along until the very end?’
Raon bit his lip as he was pushed back.
‘Does that make sense?’
Unlike Jeokseom and Hoecheon, Yeomhaemugyeol is one of Manhwagong’s special techniques. It was astonishing that people started imitating this complicated and difficult sword technique even more strongly as soon as they saw it.
“Draw more of your sword!”
Farrell licked his lips and wiggled his chin with interest.
“OK.”
Raon twisted his lips and aimed his sword at Pare.
“I will cut you down until your capacity is beyond your reach.”
He kicked the ground, vowing to break through the mirror-like thing.
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Oh my god!
Raon bit his lip as he pushed away Farrell’s sword.
‘Everything is blocked…’
Is this really possible?
Farrell copied all the sword techniques he showed, from the cartoonist to the Raon Sieghart style he created himself.
‘What kind of abilities do you have?’
Farel did not simply copy his swordsmanship, but returned it with greater force and speed. This was not something that could be done with human power. It was clearly some kind of power.
‘Did the first host win against this kind of guy?’
Looking at the fact that he was fine in a time that was farther in the future than now, it seemed like he had broken it without much difficulty. As expected, he was a great person.
“I like all of your swordsmanship.”
Farrell continued to unleash his Frostbite, slashing at his opponents. It was not easy to block it, as it was faster and sharper than his own Frostbite.
“Show me more! Something flashy and dazzling!”
The bastard seemed excited and pressed himself with numerous swordsmanship moves. His physical abilities, the quantity and quality of his aura, and his swordsmanship itself were strong, so it was not easy to fight him.
‘What should I do?’
The opponent was a monster that could imitate his swordsmanship more powerfully. In a way, it was like an extension of the first test.
‘The realization I got from my first test was that there are times when you have to empty yourself.’
Through sparring with the first lord, I learned that if I try to go beyond the vessel of swordsmanship, I will actually become weaker. The current test was probably going to be similar.
“More! Bring me more!”
Farrell continued to unleash the Sword of the Archangel, creating pressure that was squeezing his body. It was difficult to even move his fingertips due to the weight of the sword.
‘He’s definitely stronger than me. But….’
There is no way that the first patriarch could give a test that he absolutely could not overcome.
‘Let’s think about it.’
Raon resonated the polarity of the ring of fire. He focused on defense while observing his swordsmanship displayed by Pharel.
Cheeeeeeeing!
As I continued to watch Farrell’s swordsmanship despite being wounded all over his body, I felt that something was natural.
‘I’m using my swordsmanship more powerfully. Does it feel natural?’
Is this possible?
I concentrated my mind again and watched the swordsmanship that Farrell was unleashing. His swordsmanship was fast, strong, and precise, and he had his own unique charm.
‘Filled.’
The guy named Farrell put his own unique swordsmanship into the combination of the strong sword, the quick sword, and the sharp sword. And it was to a degree that suited the swordsmanship capacity of the enemy island. It seemed to be a power and a realm of sense.
‘Yes. If you empty it, you have to fill it.’
He realized through his first test that too much trickery ruins the natural power of swordsmanship.
However, it would be a disadvantage for a swordsman who has mastered ten thousand swords to continue to use only the basic techniques of swordsmanship.
Rather than filling it with sheep in a haphazard manner, it had to go one step further in completion by containing only the secrets suitable for the swordsmanship.
‘Red island.’
The swordsmanship of Jeokseom is fast, strong, and accurate. Among these three, he contains the secrets of the swordsmanship that is most suitable for today.
It was also harmonized very naturally so as not to interfere with other mysteries.
“I told you that won’t do. Bring me a new sword technique!”
Farrell snickered as if he was being clumsy and struck down the enemy.
Oh my god!
The two islands collided, sending out powerful shock waves in all directions.
The royal pillars were completely shattered, and black cracks appeared on the floor.
“Look. Your swordsmanship has already worked on me… .”
Farrell, who was confident of victory, glared at Raon’s enemy island as it pierced through his aura.
Choaaaaaaah!
Raon’s sword broke Parel’s sword strike, leaving a long scar on his chest.
“It’s like this.”
Raon curled his lips as he looked at the Jecheon Sword burning with vivid flames.
‘This was the true way to use the Mangeom.’
Just because you’ve mastered the Mangeom doesn’t mean you always have to include all of its secrets. Hwa-ryong-jeom-jeong. Just like capturing the last pupil of a dragon and ascending to the heavens, the correct answer is to include the smallest details in the completed swordsmanship.
“dare!”
Farrell, with his pride hurt, raised his comic book flames. Two waves of flame poured down as if they were going to swallow him up.
“That’s amazing.”
If you just look at him imitating, it’s an ability greater than the Ring of Fire, as it enhances the power of swordsmanship. It was probably an authority that he possessed.
‘But it doesn’t mean anything now.’
Through this fight, he realized how to use the true Mangeom. Now, no matter how strong the swordsmanship was, he could easily counter it.
Manhwagong Cheonhwa Yeomhaemugyeol.
The salt water bullet that Farrell fired was spread out in the same way.
Phew!
The salty waves he had caused were noticeably smaller than the red waves that Farrell had unleashed.
But hidden within that flame was the secret of a swordsmanship that could completely cut off the opponent’s swordsmanship flow.
Paaaaaaaang!
The giant Pharel’s salt-and-pepper skeleton was cut into pieces, revealing the creature’s eyes that showed shock.
Cheeeeeeeing!
Raon jumped in as if the first patriarch had been pushing him forward, and stabbed the Heavenly Sword into Pharel’s chest.
“Ugh!”
Farrell was still unconscious from the pain and confusion, his blood-dripping lip trembling.
“Get lost.”
Raon jerked his chin as he twisted and pulled out the sword that had stabbed Farel’s heart.
“I’m too busy to waste time on people like you.”
